Chapter 59: Brocade Robe Divine Soldier

  "Brother, you're quite skilled."

  The young man took a step back, assuming a defensive stance. His hands were empty of any weapons, but his sleeves revealed a hint of sharpness, gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. A thread of disdain flashed across Zhao Heng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in mockery: "Qing Bang? Iron Arhat? I thought you were clever, but it turns out you're playing with titanium spikes!"

  Titan dagger, seven inches long, similar to the triangular military dagger, both are sharp tools for bleeding and killing people. The only difference is that the volume is much smaller than the military dagger, and the user is often hidden in the sleeve, and when killed, it is often unexpected. The Chinese military has armed frontline scouts with this weapon, which has drunk a lot of enemy soldiers' blood.

  Zhao Heng did not expect that the one who came to kill him tonight was actually a master of Ti Ci!

  "What insight! You can actually recognize titanium alloy!"

  A man in magnificent attire revealed a hint of a cold smile, the sharp edge slowly disappearing from his sleeve, but Zhao Heng was clear that when it came out, it would be a lightning-fast strike. Then he heard the young man speak: "However, you said one thing wrong, I am not Tie Luo Han, Tie Luo Han's old injury relapsed and cannot come."

  "Qing Bang, Jin Yi, Zhou Qi Xuan!"

  The man in the Chinese clothes slowly introduced himself, every move exuding a dangerous aura that made one's heart skip a beat. However, Zhao Heng didn't show much emotional fluctuation or fear, and with a flick of his wrist, he smiled and said: "No matter who comes, it's all just an excuse for me to test my blade. Let's cut the chatter, let's fight!"

  The man in Chinese clothes narrowed his eyes, and his fighting spirit spread again!

  He also waved his hand to let the two injured subordinates retreat, Zhao Heng grasped the machete and took a step forward. The two men's eyes collided, locked, and intersected, and in this instant, they saw from each other's eyes the courage of fearless life and death, saw the icy coldness from the Arctic glaciers, and saw the bloodthirsty ruthlessness condensed from the wails of countless souls.

  Appreciation and provocation sparkled in both of their eyes!

  Zhou Qixuan's right hand drew a circle, and when Zhao Heng's eyes shone brightly, he let out a low roar and quickly rushed towards Zhao Heng. His running posture was very strange, his body obviously shortened, as if all four limbs were used yet swift as the wind, like a giant wolf galloping in the wild.

  Those gleaming titanium fangs were his ferocious tusks.

  Zhao Heng recognized this as a common assassination tactic used by the military of Huaguo. He didn't expect this guy to use it so skillfully, and he couldn't help but think of the wolf that had pounced on him with an aura of death in the deep mountains and old forests. A hint of nostalgia flashed across his face, and then he charged forward again, swinging his knife at his opponent.

  As the two men approached each other, dust flew up from the ground, like two wild bulls charging at each other at high speed. Although they both acknowledged each other's strength, they also had absolute confidence in their own power. Thus, the two strong men fought together with the most primitive, bloody and brutal method.

  "Right!"

  "Then!"

  "Dong Dong Dong!"

  The fierce battle between the two caused a commotion in the alley, and the two black-clad figures seemed to have entered an ancient armory. The clanging of metal echoed through the alley, with pale spear tips and flashing knife lights crisscrossing each other, forming two completely different whirlwinds. Where the knife lights intersected, dazzling sparks burst forth incessantly.

  "Kill!"

  Zhou Qixuan continuously let out low roars, each roar adding to his battle intent. At the same time, his right arm moved up and down like a windmill, so fast that it was hard to see its shape clearly. He was the new sharp general of Qingbang, the most valued sword of Tieluhan, with his own dignity and magnificence, he absolutely could not lose.

  Zhao Heng was also extremely hot, the frequency of his knife swings surpassing Zhou Qixuan's, blocking all the killing moves. However, a hint of admiration still flashed across his face. He had thought that Qing Bang only had idiots like Fei Hu and Du Yanbiao, but he didn't expect to encounter such an expert, underestimating them.

  If Hua Hai Bar was sent by Pai Zhou Qixuan, the outcome of the broken hand would be full of variables.

  "Dong Dong Dong!"

  The two black-clad onlookers were almost out of breath, their hearts as if gripped by a hand, staring intently at everything in the arena. It was too tense! Too thrilling! Even more addictive than the "Killing Wolf" movie, this focus made them forget their mission and forget to stab Zhao Heng.

  The movements of both sides became faster and faster, so fast that their figures were hard to distinguish.

  It was unclear who had been injured, as crimson blood beads began to splatter everywhere. The faces of the two men became twisted and ferocious, their features contorted in a fierce grimace. At this moment, Zhou Qixuan's expression turned grave as he realized that he could no longer keep up with Zhao Heng's knife-wielding speed. It wasn't because his reaction time or strength was inferior to Zhao Heng's...

  But Zhao Heng was completely tireless!

  Bang!

  With a dull thud, the two sides' weapons clashed fiercely, and Zhao Heng retreated continuously, with four or five bleeding gashes on his body. Zhou Qixuan also rolled out more than ten steps away, his chest heaving with unbearable pain, his face flushed bright red: This kid's skills are really terrifying.

  "Come again!"

  Zhao Heng gripped his sword with both hands and charged at the opponent again!

  Bang!

  When Zhao Heng's eighth-form power slash landed on the titanium spear, Zhou Qixuan's entire body shook and his arm went limp. He no longer had the strength to resist Zhao Heng's second knife that followed closely behind. The two black-clad men rushed forward desperately but were still not fast enough. His eyes were filled with bitter sorrow and despair as he waited for the painful feeling of being split in half by Zhao Heng.

  Damn it! This kid is perverted!

  Zhou Qixuan's heart let out a silent scream. No wonder this guy was able to severely injure Feihu and Duye Biao, no wonder he could cut off the palms of over a hundred brothers, no wonder the usually steady Iron Arhat Wang pretended to be ill and didn't come out to fight. It turned out that this little bastard was truly terrifying. At this moment, Zhou Qixuan deeply regretted his carelessness and underestimation of the enemy.

  At least wear armor before coming again.

  At this time, Zhao Heng's long knife had already cut off a strand of his hair, and the hair was flying up with the knife energy, dancing wildly like weeds. Just when the knife was about to chop down on Zhou Qixuan's neck, Zhao Heng suddenly stopped all movements. A line of blood slowly flowed down Zhou Qixuan's neck, but it did not cause fatal damage.

  "You're still a real man, so I won't kill you tonight."

  Zhao Heng's entire arm was numb from the electric shock, but his hand holding the long knife remained as steady as Mount Tai. Zhou Qixuan's face appeared and disappeared in the flickering light of the knife, and he looked at Zhao Heng with some surprise, unable to believe that the latter, who had the upper hand, would spare his life. What was this kid playing at?

  Zhou Qixuan was a martial artist who valued strength above all else, and had always admired those stronger than himself. He held Zhao Heng in the highest esteem for his unparalleled prowess, but their conflicting allegiances made them destined to clash. It was thus bewildering to see Zhao Heng sheathe his sword, as if the ferocity that had earned him a reputation for cutting down hundreds of men had vanished into thin air.

  "Go back and tell Zhang Xiaolin."

  Zhao Heng smiled faintly: "See you in two days!"

  Zhou Qixuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "You're not going to kill me?"

  Zhao Heng turned his head to look at the other person, a hint of a smile flashing across his face: "You can use the titanium spear with such mastery, you must also have been in the military before. With your skills, you must have shed quite a bit of enemy blood. As someone who has contributed their youth and hot blood to the country of Hua, why shouldn't I, Zhao Heng, let you go?"

  Zhou Qixuan's body shook, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He wasn't excited because Zhao Heng let him go, but because the latter touched a chord deep in his heart. The long-dormant hot blood suddenly boiled up, he raised his head, looked up at the sky, and let out a long howl. His heroic aspirations were stirred, and his thirty years of fame and fortune seemed like dust and dirt. The eight thousand miles of road ahead seemed to be filled with clouds and moonlight.

  The former border war hero, the former brocade-clad divine soldier, seems to have been inadvertently awakened by Zhao Heng!

  Zhou Qixuan gazed at Zhao Heng, speechless for a long time, neither of them knew what he was thinking.

  "Then!"

  Under the stunned gaze of two men in black, Zhao Heng threw the blood-stained machete to the ground, patted his body and walked out of the alley. At this moment, the lights on both sides of the alley illuminated Zhao Heng's upright figure, making him shine like a celestial being. Zhou Qixuan wiped the blood from his neck and coldly shouted at Zhao Heng:

  "I'll return your mercy sooner or later, and after I do, I'll still kill you."

  Zhao Heng didn't even turn his head, stretching out his right hand to split: "I'm waiting for you!"

  Zhou Qi Xuan saw his majestic gesture and her body trembled instantly.

  He took a step forward and gazed at Zhao Heng's back, muttering to himself:

  This figure... is just like him!

  PS: Update killer, brothers with tickets, smash it up!